<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21733608</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:52:31.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magneto's Ray</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03529530493884514961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21733608.post-116065494885143880</id><published>2006-10-12T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T05:09:08.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Interesting I call it: Violent Road</title><content type='html'>Hitherto were the times of old, Elf soilders once good; now evil.They rest now in harmoneys diaster for they know not a soul. Years have they been lied to, now they rest in souls who have none. When will evil stop? Now they rise by Sauron's command, to seek its destiny; by power they will rise; by victory they will fall! Gandalf rides for aid, to seek the horseriders that have been cast out! He findes the ones he was looking for, now hope is but a meir second away!  "Do not languish were the words of Strider!"  Hope prevails!  Gandalf arrives with an army of thousands, to seek the mutated soilders!  Now the sun lies into the west and blood has been spilt! Victory is now at hands, the men of chains by bondage now are free men.  To this was freedom on the Violent Road, for which victory was held...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21733608-116065494885143880?l=knightsvalor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/feeds/116065494885143880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21733608&amp;postID=116065494885143880' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/116065494885143880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/116065494885143880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/2006/10/something-interesting-i-call-it.html' title='Something Interesting I call it: Violent Road'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03529530493884514961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21733608.post-116041616537435574</id><published>2006-10-09T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T11:00:56.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix</title><content type='html'>I sprand to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "God speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; "Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned inmy saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Twas moonest at starring; but while we drew near Lokeren, the cocks crew and twilight dawned clear; At Boom, a great yellow star came out to see; At Duffeld, 'twas morning as plain as could be; And from Mecheln church-steeple we heard the half-chime, So Joris broke silence with, "Yet there is time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Aerschot, up leaped of a sudden the sun, And against him the cattle stood black every one, To stare thro' the mist at us galloping past, And I saw my stout galloper Roland at last, With resolute shoulders, each butting away The haze, as some bluff river headland its spray:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence,-- ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upward in galloping on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Hasselt, Dirk groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix"--for one heard the quick wheeze Of her chest, saw the streched neck and staggering knees, And down on her haunches she shuddered and sank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looze and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How they'll greet us!" --and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news whigh alone could save Aix, from her fate, With the nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye- sockets' rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I cast loose my buff-coat, each holster let fall, Shook off my jack-boot, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, good or bad, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I remember is,--friends flocking around As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent)Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21733608-116041616537435574?l=knightsvalor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/feeds/116041616537435574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21733608&amp;postID=116041616537435574' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/116041616537435574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/116041616537435574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-they-brought-good-news-from-ghent.html' title='How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03529530493884514961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21733608.post-115810153840335855</id><published>2006-09-12T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T15:52:18.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is up?What is down?</title><content type='html'>Hello, is anybody out there!!! What band sung that?Hint:70's music people! Which band?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21733608-115810153840335855?l=knightsvalor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/feeds/115810153840335855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21733608&amp;postID=115810153840335855' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/115810153840335855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/115810153840335855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-is-upwhat-is-down.html' title='What is up?What is down?'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03529530493884514961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21733608.post-115517619366695433</id><published>2006-08-09T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T19:20:28.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Real Men that Once Stood!"</title><content type='html'>Hither to times, the militia fought for Independance. The British soldiers , they sought to execute! The militia; an army of free willed men fought for freedom at all cost. On the horizan of Breed's hill and Bunker's hill, the British saw them coming. Of course, with doom they had it coming! The men of valor fought for this country for the freedom, and lives of others; even into the future! Great men of value, and good morals are now gone! "Where are they today; far and few between...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21733608-115517619366695433?l=knightsvalor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/feeds/115517619366695433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21733608&amp;postID=115517619366695433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/115517619366695433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/115517619366695433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/2006/08/real-men-that-once-stood.html' title='&quot;The Real Men that Once Stood!&quot;'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03529530493884514961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21733608.post-115264154321922484</id><published>2006-07-11T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T11:17:25.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can it be So!!!</title><content type='html'>Who am I?Vader, Vader!Who?Vader.Yes!I am your father!How can this be so!Because it is that way.Father are you going to get another upgrade, so you can destroy me.Yes, my son!Oooh Noooo!Yes, it is true next week I get to test again.For whaaat!My next belt, you inane son of mine!Oh, my father!Yes, My son, I will learn more than ever before!Yes,&lt;ha&lt;ha!&gt; thank-you that is all, simperfy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21733608-115264154321922484?l=knightsvalor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/feeds/115264154321922484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21733608&amp;postID=115264154321922484' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/115264154321922484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/115264154321922484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/2006/07/can-it-be-so.html' title='Can it be So!!!'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03529530493884514961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21733608.post-114866826762094481</id><published>2006-05-26T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:31:07.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sci-Fi; Revenge of Ragule</title><content type='html'>In the beginning, a planet called, “Source,” was so corrupt and grim, filled with sith soldiers covering over the planet.  One great lord called, Darth Sheth, ruled over the entire planet!  Yet, there was still hope!  In the midst, a shadow was called hence forth, a legend born in the lower part of Source named, Ragule!  The one that the legends say, “One who will learn the ways of the dark side, and will defeat Darth Sheth; to become the next and most powerful sith lord ever…!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this time, I will take you back to how Ragule lived his life, and found his destiny to become the most powerful sith lord ever to reign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darth Sheth was tired of his sith solders working so slow, that he had threatened all of the     boys’ mothers that if their sons did not work for him, that he would kill them, and eventually their sons!  So the mothers gave up their sons, and said farewell!  All but one, Ragule’s mother did not give up her son, because unlike the others (she did not fear what was to become of her.) One night her son was hungry for some chilled chicken’s heads salad, while she reached for the salad in the basement she saw a light in the window, “What is that,” the mother said to herself.  She then realized who was coming; it was sith solders coming to the door. With this she rushed back to her son, forgot the salad and said, “Son whatever happens do not fear, always believe whom you are and what you are!”  Ragule replied, “Yes momma, I will remember,” but you remember this said Ragule, “I will come back for you, and save you from all evil, and to destroy Darth Sheth!”  Of course you will, “My son”, of course you will!”  Hitherto the soldiers came broke into their house, and took her son away from her ever-loving arms!&lt;br /&gt;                                              (Cries, screaming, no longer seeing each other)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here, sith soldiers took little Ragule to the empire’s gates.  Where Ragule would finally meet his enemy, Darth Sheth!  At last, they took little Ragule to see Darth Sheth. Darth Sheth said, “This is the boy that the legends say, will become the most powerful sith lord ever!”  All right then take him to the academy, where I will teach him to be a sith lord!  This ought to be good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitherto, Ragule learned the ways of the dark side, just like the legends said he would!&lt;br /&gt;Many thoughts raced through Ragule’s mind, “while,” he was being taught by his master!&lt;br /&gt;Years went by, Ragule was in his mid twenty’s.  He moved up in ranks, “it seemed like everyday.”  Finally, Ragule became sith lord!  He was ready, to defeat Darth Sheth in his face off!  Ragule’s powers grew above imaginable strength, but he did not let his master feel it, or notice it!&lt;br /&gt;The reason why; “was that he hated his master, and had to defeat him!”  So the time came where Darth Sheth and his apprentice dueled!  Master it is your time, “Maybe so, or maybe not!  Darth Sheth replied.  “I hated you, when you took me away from my mother, especially when I needed her most!”  Ragule said.  “Good your anger makes you stronger, now die!”  Darth Sheth said.  Ragule replied, “That’s where you are wrong!”  “You fool, don’t you realize by now I took you away, because I wanted to train you!” Darth Sheth said.  “You lie!”  Ragule said.  Well, their was one other thing I forgot to tell you, “ Remember when your mother said, “ I will never give you up?  Well, I heard that from one of my loyal soldiers, and that made me angry, so I killed her in the night!”  NOOOOOOOOOOO!  Screamed, Ragule!&lt;br /&gt;                                         (Anger, weeping, and light saber mode on!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Ragule’s death, or his destiny found!  So they fought, using core force powers either one thought they knew, but Ragule was stronger than ever!  He used combinations, such as, stasis, affliction, fear, and the last one that Ragule needed to defeat Darth Sheth, was; death field. Finally, Ragule held Sheth into a bind, and said, “You are no longer!”  With That Ragule killed Darth Sheth with his light saber, and Sheth was no more!  Making Ragule into; Darth Ragule the most powerful Sith ever to reign on, “Source!”&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                                  The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21733608-114866826762094481?l=knightsvalor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/feeds/114866826762094481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21733608&amp;postID=114866826762094481' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/114866826762094481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/114866826762094481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/2006/05/sci-fi-revenge-of-ragule.html' title='Sci-Fi; Revenge of Ragule'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03529530493884514961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21733608.post-114824521655662784</id><published>2006-05-21T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T14:00:16.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This really Stinks!</title><content type='html'>I just wrote a fiction story, and got off the internet not to tie up oncoming calls, and as soon as I got done with my 7 or 8 paragraph story, about my own story of galaxy fiction, it erased more than three hours of my time.ggggrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;I will write it again once I get it on paper!!!  This really stinks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21733608-114824521655662784?l=knightsvalor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/feeds/114824521655662784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21733608&amp;postID=114824521655662784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/114824521655662784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/114824521655662784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-really-stinks.html' title='This really Stinks!'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03529530493884514961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21733608.post-114472944909568702</id><published>2006-04-10T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:24:09.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night walking</title><content type='html'>There was a moment of fright when I entered my room.  It was a sound that even the smallest creature could hear.  I knew someone was out there waiting in the thickets, for me!To this noise I grabed my club and my spotlight,  and headed down stairs.I turned the door knob slowly, as I approached the darkness outside, there I found my sister waiting for me.  We both started heading towards the road, with the moon shining brightly over our heads.  Noises moved in the woods, as we were walking past houses and drive ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping off the side of the road onto a flat area of grass, sue and I kneeled down to maintain our stealth.  Then we heard footsteps coming close from a far.  Out in the distance we saw a figure getting bigger and bigger from were the distant light was shining from.  Frightned, we both hid behind some nearby bushes and remained idol.  We then began to eye the ground to see what it was.  By the light we were astonished that the figure was just hooded boy walking toward us.  As it came closer, we saw it was "Jesse," our neighbor. hahahahah!!! The sudden jump from Jesse when he saw us coming down the road, really scared him badly!  With that, sue and I decided we were never going to go night walking again at 2300.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21733608-114472944909568702?l=knightsvalor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/feeds/114472944909568702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21733608&amp;postID=114472944909568702' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/114472944909568702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/114472944909568702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/2006/04/night-walking.html' title='Night walking'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03529530493884514961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21733608.post-114341386075988724</id><published>2006-03-26T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T14:57:40.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got the belt!</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah , I got my belt and so did everyone else at Tae Kwon Do!Only 5 more belts,to get to black belt!I am very excited!My last words are simperfy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and ooooooooorrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. What has everybody been up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knightsvalor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21733608-114341386075988724?l=knightsvalor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/feeds/114341386075988724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21733608&amp;postID=114341386075988724' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/114341386075988724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/114341386075988724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/2006/03/got-belt.html' title='Got the belt!'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03529530493884514961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21733608.post-114281856611941463</id><published>2006-03-19T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T17:36:06.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tae Kwon Do testing and The Dancing!</title><content type='html'>I finally got to test earlier today, for my next belt.It was a little hard to do,especially with everyone staring at you.It's like okay, why is everybody staring at me did I mess up?No, it's just because I was sweating, from being nervous, and of course making sure you do everything just right!When I was free sparring with my friend, Colten, I went to do a cut kick on him, and &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;accidentally kicked him right in the lower stomach!He got a little mad. Yeah, but it's all good, were still friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all got up to break boards.I went and did a cut kick(front leg side kick), and then a pom Heel Strike. It felt really good to break 2'' (in) boards.It's another way of relieving stress!&lt;br /&gt;There was much tension, after the test!Why!Well, because not knowing if we all passed or not!Of course, next week we will all find out, because that is when our belt seremony is held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, by the way how was Dancing with the stars friday?"Of course not the television program...!''&lt;br /&gt;Simperfy, ooorrraaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knightsvalor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21733608-114281856611941463?l=knightsvalor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/feeds/114281856611941463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21733608&amp;postID=114281856611941463' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/114281856611941463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/114281856611941463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/2006/03/tae-kwon-do-testing-and-dancing.html' title='Tae Kwon Do testing and The Dancing!'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03529530493884514961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21733608.post-114165506847413118</id><published>2006-03-06T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T06:24:29.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shreveport Alleys</title><content type='html'>My sister and I were driving with my grandpa, on our way to shreveport.Fineally we reached the Bass Pro Shop.WE all went in and saw some neat things, (caps, guns, clothes, archery)It was really neat.Sue and I got two hats. Sue's hat is part leather and cotton, and mine is all cotton with a really big gash on the bill.Once all of us were done with our looking around, we checked out, and began starting our truck, a nice dodge by the way.uuuhhmm.Then we started to go in the alleys.It all began by this Louisiana drunk, giving us the wrong directions, at the cursed gas station.So my grandpa believed the man's direction guidence advise.He was wrong, about a million times.WE started to go into the dark Shreveport alleys, and a little advise, do not listen to a Louisiana drunk.The bad things are that the man did not walk weird, or even talk strangly to us.Anyway we all started to go in the alleys, and saw a lot of stuff .......................!.......................................!------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------.&lt;br /&gt;It was really freaky, to see all blacks with no whites at all. Especially in the hoodish alleys, were all they do is just look at you.One thing was really strange is that we saw this one black man, drunk walking down the street alone at the time.Then their was 2 and 3 men coming out of their cars over, the fences, and onto the streets.That's when I saw my grandpa, for the first time spin his tires in the other direction.We were out there, with of course me, sucked up to the wind-sheild.Yeah!Very different!That's a trip I do not want to go on again.Especially looking for Harleys.Maybe Gold Wings Too!Stay out of Shreveport alleys if you are white!?I'm still having nightmares of that!Maybe even Bree beating me up!You Know!Well, maybe not!Anyway I have to go to school.To get my brain B-i-g-g-e-r!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21733608-114165506847413118?l=knightsvalor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/feeds/114165506847413118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21733608&amp;postID=114165506847413118' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/114165506847413118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/114165506847413118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/2006/03/shreveport-alleys.html' title='The Shreveport Alleys'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03529530493884514961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21733608.post-114032221999128396</id><published>2006-02-18T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T16:39:21.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Today Boring?Of course other bizarre things!</title><content type='html'>Why yes it is boring!I sit here impatiently, then I ponder for a while.Thinking what to do sometimes it dosn't work!If the day was not meant for you, sleep it out seriously!&lt;br /&gt;The time goes slower and slower until you know it, your right back at where you started in the morning, to hear this!Hunny!It's time to get up...!Do I have to?Yes get up now!Okay!Okay!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it is very annoying!Therefore I say,"You got to do it you can, a little harder Every day!''To where you get to the point, where you say," Yeah!Let's get it over with!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the people who went camping, was it just plain fun?There you you tell me, "you ought to join!'' Well days like this I do not want to join, yet!Give me my whittle blanket, so I can just sit in the heat! This weather is tearing me apart!Then again I do not miss the sweltering heat, it just is not fair. I wonder how hot it is going to be in the summer, do you know what I say to that,"Give me the AC!Just don't sit their, crank it up, up ,up no your going to high, awawawawawawawawawawawawawa!I am going to freeze me whittle backbone off!Yeah!Never mind.This is what I meant, by when your bord!Just plain bord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did every body enjoy themselves at basketball, well I sure did!Now I got to be honest John with you!I d-i-d n-o-t l-i-k-e slipping on the cold and dirty floor, it was so cruel of bree!I felt my skin go crack, crack, crack!It was not right!Why!Why!Why!I was so sore!Though I got up , and went on to the victory goal, it was so painful!Let me have some time to wheep! 1 hour later!I'm not done yet, leave alone! 2 hours later!Well umm. I had to get that off my scared, but frighten chest!&lt;br /&gt;Though mentally and physically, I will try to go through life scared and afraid of girls like bree! Trying to hurt little boys like me, while they run freakishly, because they were already hurt and deformed by bree!Yes! It is a scary world, but I will try to live in this cold and freakish world as long as I can!Unless if I get beat up by bree again!Oh, well I will try to survive, someway, somewhere, and somehow!"That is all...!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Watch out for her sweep, it is horrifying!"The sweep of death...!''&lt;br /&gt;Ouch!Sniff!Sniff!Please I did not mean it bree!AAWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knightsvalor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21733608-114032221999128396?l=knightsvalor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/feeds/114032221999128396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21733608&amp;postID=114032221999128396' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/114032221999128396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/114032221999128396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/2006/02/is-today-boringof-course-other-bizarre.html' title='Is Today Boring?Of course other bizarre things!'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03529530493884514961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21733608.post-114011545943937431</id><published>2006-02-16T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T10:44:19.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearify</title><content type='html'>To clearify my post, there was this annoying big man that was sitting behind me!&lt;br /&gt;"He was blowing on me, and bumping me behind the neck,  with his knee...!''&lt;br /&gt;It really started to get  irritating, as well.That is why I said, I fell beneath my seat unconsious.&lt;br /&gt;I believe you got the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knightsvalor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21733608-114011545943937431?l=knightsvalor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/feeds/114011545943937431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21733608&amp;postID=114011545943937431' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/114011545943937431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/114011545943937431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/2006/02/clearify.html' title='Clearify'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03529530493884514961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21733608.post-113985846646037408</id><published>2006-02-13T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T10:42:40.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blown out Ears</title><content type='html'>The concert was very awsome.Everybody loved the Casting Crowns, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though people do not realize, that they were really loud.Especially the odd balls behind and in front, they were a menace.&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I am now deaf, is because I am a follower to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;I put my hands 6 feet under, before I realize that their are bad and good followers everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;People know who I am, they know where I exist.Though the reasons to follow people, I do not know everyone is watching! Everone is here...!"Brandon with his owwwowww, it was awsome though it was a code, I fell beneath my seat, hitting my head on concrete, I know everyone is watching me this I know is true..."Boom!The bald head of wonder shoock our seats, I looked up and saw plaster falling, there was a few seconds to this I know.Before I knew it, I was bleeding, pleading, and screaming this I know you saw me.To everyone who knows me, this I say to you, leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone!!!That was all I heard before I knew you existed.Who is this you wonder?It Is NON OF YOUR BUSINESS...!To this I know you would not believe.There I am standing before you, but you would not believe me, it was my Blown Out Ears hearing lies!See I knew you would not believe."So why do I even try...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It is true for a second. My friends the ears of mine, Where called Mr. Blown out Ears!Tis I know is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knightsvalor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21733608-113985846646037408?l=knightsvalor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/feeds/113985846646037408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21733608&amp;postID=113985846646037408' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/113985846646037408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/113985846646037408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-blown-out-ears.html' title='My Blown out Ears'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03529530493884514961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21733608.post-113933964986793681</id><published>2006-02-07T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T11:43:36.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Costume</title><content type='html'>I fineally go =t my costume in the mail yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It is very cheap, but it looks really neat.&lt;br /&gt;When I put it on I was taken over by it's charm.&lt;br /&gt;Though the mesh was hanging over my printed emblem, I staired in shock.&lt;br /&gt;It took me over, and who am I, "I'm a Knight!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I thought a Knight was so cool, barely did realize that I had become a fierce warrior, with fat hands to cover my sword.&lt;br /&gt;It really freaked me out, even though I go through deserted lands I always look down and see my big hands.&lt;br /&gt;So see kids do not wish you could be a knight, because you could be transformed with fat hands.&lt;br /&gt;I am what I am...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. J.C. girl, I work at the Dougalss Trading Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knightsvalor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21733608-113933964986793681?l=knightsvalor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/feeds/113933964986793681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21733608&amp;postID=113933964986793681' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/113933964986793681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/113933964986793681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/2006/02/costume.html' title='Costume'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03529530493884514961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21733608.post-113891397241781549</id><published>2006-02-02T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T12:59:32.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I experienced at work</title><content type='html'>one day I got up and did my homework then went to work.&lt;br /&gt;I checked in and fed the animals, while grabbing the bucket I headed towards the sheep and said, "Oh, my.......................................''! Ran to my boss and told him a baby sheep was born dead.&lt;br /&gt;Hitherto, I had to deliver two more sheep, with the help of my boss of course.&lt;br /&gt;Later on the next 5 minutes, I was shot in the...!oooops. That was a different story back to the newborns.The next 5 min, was a disaster the other baby sheep were dead also.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I had failed my mission as Kight of valor, " No................!''&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was sad I had failed, No the baby sheep where already dead inside the mother, therefore it was a misscariage!&lt;br /&gt;Where will the bad days stop...!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. That is all! Post if you must...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knightsvalor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21733608-113891397241781549?l=knightsvalor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/feeds/113891397241781549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21733608&amp;postID=113891397241781549' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/113891397241781549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/113891397241781549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-i-experienced-at-work.html' title='What I experienced at work'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03529530493884514961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21733608.post-113867590868677491</id><published>2006-01-30T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T18:51:48.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hours edge</title><content type='html'>Work is a pain, life is a drain. Will I ever be the same?&lt;br /&gt;As life goes on, there is a dawn .Some where life in the galaxy is not a place for me!&lt;br /&gt;My earthlings are cruel though I am what I am, where does life end?&lt;br /&gt;Stop! Something appears the earth is moving, I am at the waters edge I fall helplessly, pleading for help.Someone grabs me who can it be, "it's, it's, it's...! "It's Stuper Duck, saving my life from the waters edge, though it is impossible a duck so small can save my life, he did!&lt;br /&gt;                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am fierce, but always remember "I am a Knight of Valor...!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21733608-113867590868677491?l=knightsvalor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/feeds/113867590868677491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21733608&amp;postID=113867590868677491' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/113867590868677491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21733608/posts/default/113867590868677491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knightsvalor.blogspot.com/2006/01/hours-edge.html' title='The hours edge'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03529530493884514961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
